Macro Tyler March #2 - Footprints
They had been so stunned by the arrival of something so insanely impossible as a foot big enough to crush a bus like a tin can they only now realized that it looked familiar.
Reunion: Chapter 3
He called it a base, it was nothing more than a tin shack. "the drone went down a few clicks to the north west." marcel's voice came through the radio gravelly. we can go to space, but not make a decent radio.
Prison Cell (Thursday Prompt 23/8/12)
My rusty tin cup takes different shapes, the thick iron bars pressing in. perhaps if i ignore them they'll go away. but no, they stay the same, coated in the same dull fabric as the other three and a half walls.
New Friends (Chapter 1)
What say you we get off this here tin can before that pissy human comes back?" the golden shep asked, trotting out the door. "is he always so... random?" balto asked itchy, following in charlie's path. itchy nodded, grinning.
A Taste of Something Else ~ 20/20 Hindsight
It'll hold for a while in that tin." “okay." “and then her other nail polish…" “i don't think she'll mind that one. but i can check with her. or she might message me about it." “mhmm."
They'd Never Let Us Know
Meanwhile, lounging in the sun-heated dust beside the tin bathtub, sarabi held a tight paw over simba's squirming mid section while her broad, rough-textured tongue slid over his cheek, scrunching the fur up beneath his ear with the slow licks.
Warlock, Warfare and Wargs Pt.1
I've got... books to read and tins of corned beef to consume. a cat to feed. when he remembers where he actually lives." “but the general said-" “said what?
Lonely Oak Chapter 15
"kind of like the tin man before dorothy oiled his joints?" rini tried to clarify. "that's a very good way of thinking about it, rini." the bell rang.
Layton's backstory part 2
There was no way his father would have gotten him the tin and copper he needed, much less the other bits of decoration.
Incalculable Vastness.
Knowing and dealing with that is sucking up allot of his mental energy, and demotivating as it is- he sort of needs the time alone in a moving tin box to work it all out.
Corwin Hall, Chapter 4
It was a small child - a mouse - holding what appeared to be a small model garden, made out of bits of moss on the lid of a coffee tin. todd liked it; he didn't often see paintings made to look like candid photographs, and the effect was moving.
Flush From the Den
\>he pauses for a second and lets his words sprout like weeds in the crevices of your skull \>your world deconstructs around you \>though the carriage jostles you around like you're inside a tin, you don't feel the cobblestone streets beneath you \>you